Jessica’s brow creased and she frowned, looking down. It wasn’t that she minded the question, or that she wasn’t looking forward to her future home.
It was the fact that she was at the top of her class - literally - and had chosen an assignment that any other aspiring science officer would have passed in a heartbeat. The thought had crossed her mind once or twice that she was insane. She could only imagine what her closest friends would think.
“What do you mean, Bridget?”
Bridget Kinsley rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean, Stormy. Assignments dropped two days ago; the rest of the seniors on the squad haven’t shut up about their assignments, and yet you’ve been quiet.”
“Too quiet,” Justine chimed in with a giggle.
Jessica blushed, nodding. “If I told you, you’d think I was insane.”
Bridget blinked a few times, aghast. “Don’t tell me you passed on the Enterprise.”
Jessica shrugged apologetically. “I didn’t ask for it, if that’s what you mean.”
“Jess, you would have been a shoe-in for that assignment!”
“It’s not what I wanted.”
“So, where are you going?”
“The Rafale; a modified Akira-class. She was built with retrofit systems; rather than a solely tactical focus, she has a sensor package and science labs to rival an Intrepid or Nova- class starship.”
The other two women stared blankly at Jessica for a moment, and then turned to look at one another. Justine cleared her throat first. “Why, Jess?”
“Rafale is one of the only ships in the fleet…” Jessica trailed off. Her reason for choosing the Rafale had been her own, and she felt justified in it. She’d never explained her reasons before. But then, they hadn’t asked where she was going, either. “There’s a crewmember on board; he’s from Andromeda. Like me. One of the few people from Andromeda serving in Starfleet, today at least.” She sank a little in her seat, waiting for her two best friends to tell her how stupid she was for that being her reason for choosing an assignment.
Justine blinked a few more times and turned back to her lover Bridget. Bridget shook her head and smiled. “Oh Stormy…you are so silly sometimes. I just hope they have room on board for two more next rotation cycle.”
And they laughed together. Disaster averted; or rather, unfounded. It was a simple conversation to have had, after all.
Jessica smiled, looking forward to her assignment with the knowledge that her two best friends would be on the same ship as her once they graduated next semester.
Star Trek: Rafale
Merrily, Merrily, Merrily